Katey’s Cootchie
Twelve Months – Sunday, August 1
Mitch linked bottles with the guys nearest him at the table. It was a bachelor party in Baltimore for his old friend Hunter, who had been vague about the reasons for getting married on a Monday at a most nontraditional hour of midnight, just a few hours hence. Nontraditional, apart from it being a family custom on his bride’s side. Alcohol consumption was therefore modernate rather than extreme, which suited him fine – opening toasts had been with whiskey, but beers had followed. But to his disappointment, there was no provision for an exotic dancer, to say nothing of a hooker, to eventually “entertain” the group. That was, for him, most of the point of such a party.
Hunter was to become the first of the gang from the old consulting firm to finally give in and tie the knot, at the tender age of 28. Final night of freedom for him. And the best man, Tyrone, had now challenged each of the attendees to tell the weirdestor kinkiest thing that their current, or most recent, girlfriend had recently or ever done for each of them. Tyrone had led it off, telling of full-on intercourse the past week at the drive-in movie they had driven fifty miles to be at, just for the opportunity to take part in a vanishing institution of public sex at the movies.
Everyone was looking forward to Hunter being forced to tell something risqué about his fiancee, Because while Hunter had a past to tell about, Sheree seemed pretty straight-laced if not downright saintly, or at least prim. They all figured still waters must run deep, though.
Seven other anecdotes followed Tyrone’s. A blow job in the bathtub. A threesome that actually left all three participants satisfied, in fact twice-satisfied at minimum. A blow job in a hotel swimming pool. Intercourse in her parents’ bedroom while a party was going on downstairs. A blow job in a busy parking lot. An hour of non-stop cunnilingus to atone for forgetting to pick her up at the airport (admittedly, that was what he did for her, but it was still an entertaining anecdote). A blow job received while blindfolded and handcuffed to her four-poster.
Mitch took out his phone and pulled up a video. “Coronet,” he said simply as he placed the phone at the center of the long tavern table; they all knew he had just gotten back from a vacation in New Zealand. The video, however, was Not of a wintry scene on a mountain ski slope. It was of his busty little girlfriend, Katey, lying on her side on a couch, taking it in the mouth from one man, anally from another. While you could not see the men’s faces, their skin tones and body types made it evident that neither man was Mitch himself. “Scroll left, for a couple more,” he told them. When they did, passing around the phone among each another, they were treated to a looping gif of Katey with her hands tied behind her back, sucking a thick cock that this time was Mitch’s. There was another of him on the floor giving her intercourse while she was handcuffed to the legs of the same sofa, giving an entertaining view of her big-nippled tits bouncing with his motion. There was one of her giving head to the middle-aged Hispanic maid who used to clean for him. And finally there was one of her with legs spread, fingering herself, a big goofy crooked smile giving evidence that she was enjoying the experience.
“Hey, she’s kind of cute. A step up from AshLee,” one other attendee said.
“I wouldn’t say my girl’s beautiful, or anything. Far from it.”
“Trade ya,” said another. “Looks aren’t everything.”
“Yeah? No trade, but if Gabi’s into it, bring her to Duo Lakes too.”
“Heh. Don’t think I can sell her on *that*.”
“Irregardless. Don’t have to bring anything in trade. You guys should totally come visit sometimes,” Mitch replied.
“Visit, and come, you mean,” said Trevor, who had accompanied him from El Cuenca to Baltimore.
“Yeah. That. Any of you. Or all ofyou at once.”
“Careful what you wish for dude.”
Mitch laughed. “What can I say? She likes it when my friends put her in her place. She’s not the kind of girl you’d ever want to marry, but my little Midget, she does like to have fun.”
“And are you, *fun*, too?” Tyrone teased. “For *her*?”
“No,” Mitch said with a laugh. “Not really. Not the way you mean.”
“Nope,” Trevor confirmed, being the one other in the group who had sampled Katey’s favorites. “Totally one-sided.”
“Never gone down on her cootchie. That’s what she calls it. Never will.”
“Careful then, Mitch,” said another. “Cat’s away, your little mouse may play.”
“Don’t worry. I left Zander in charge.”
“Oh, SHIT. Zander?” Trevor interjected. “Now it’s the fox guarding the henhouse for sure, if I can change the metaphor.”
“You don’t trust him?”
“From the things he’s said, not with you around of course, I think he’s pretty hot for her. Well, like we all are. But beyond. Z,I dunno, he has boundary issues or something.”
“I’m counting on it. Keep her busy enough, she won’t have time to wander. And they’ll both think they’re getting away with something. But I’m keeping tabs on them. At least, her. Heh, don’t tell them THAT.”
Tyrone held up a hand. “Enough bragging, Mad-Eye. Heh, sorry. Anyway, your turn now, H-dog. Tell us whatchoo got.”
“Sorry, guys,” Hunter said, “I can’t even *try* to compete with any of that. Sheree, she, sometimes, will do it on top. In my bed. *Our* bed now. She says she cums quicker, and I’m slower, that way. That’s it. You assholes? You are *killing* me with your stories. You know that, right?”
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